Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
Ruby nodded, knowing the bond of having a daughter would always keep them in contact.
She lived and breathed the streets, and would lay her neck on the line to protect its occupants. But how did she tell an idealist that the world was not black and white?
Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.’ Henry
Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.
The dead did not bother her. It was the living that played on her mind.
The heat of summer was all but a memory now as the late November chill grew teeth and bit hard.
The last twenty-four hours had been one result after another, and the small swell of pride she felt for her team was only marred by the pointless loss of a young life.
The truth may hurt for a little while, but a lie lasts forever.
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